Page 18 of Best Part of Me

He pulls away, his teeth dragging over my lower lip and sending a tingle shooting through my core as he gives it a little nibble.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers against my lips. “We have all night.”

The reminder eases the tension in my shoulders but does nothing to ease the tension that’s currently racking the rest of my body, and the release I’m desperately hungry for.

He takes me by surprise when he hooks his thumbs in the waist of my thong and teases me as he runs the pad along the sensitive skin across my belly, sending a shiver through me. Even with the reminder of the long night stretching before us, he wants to give me what I desire. He grips my hips, and I gasp when he forces me against him, his hardness right there, so close. But not close enough.

I’m not going anywhere. We have all night.

His words buzz in my mind, but I’m still needy.

As he loosens his hold on my hips and crouches before me, he says in a rough voice, “When I take these off, am I going to find your pussy drenched for me?”

He peers up at me with darkened eyes and I hiss, “Yes.”

A slow and satisfied smile appears on his lips as he yanks my panties down my legs. My ache for him is so deep I have to hold my breath. I step out of the fabric, and he drags a warm palm up the outside of my leg so excruciatingly slow I feel like I might combust.

Finally, he guides his hand to the inside of my leg, traveling upwards until at last,thank God, it reaches me between my thighs. He must be satisfied by what he finds because his groan is guttural. The pad of his thumb thrusts against my clit and my entire body vibrates.

But suddenly, he retracts his hand and he’s standing in front of me once again.

I can’t lie, the disappointment over him not paying all the attention to my pussy causes my stomach to clench. It’s been a long ass time since a man has devoured me. The desperation to be near him, to be touched, to feel him against me ignites my entire body.

The powerful feeling from earlier rises in me again and pulses in my fingers. I gather the hem of his T-shirt and bunch the fabric as I hike it up his torso, taking my time to admire the beauty of his rippled abs. He helps me pull it off the rest of the way, and now, he’s on display before me, completely naked. His chest is smooth with a happy trail of dark hair leading to an impressive erection.

I suck my lower lip between my teeth and lift my eyes to him as if asking permission. He answers by taking my hands and pressing my palms to his glorious pecs. Heat radiates underneath my fingertips, and the quick beat of his heart works me up even more. The craving to put my mouth to his chest wins over my brain that’s screaming at me—Don’t do it!

I tilt my head and press a single kiss to his bare skin, where the heat sears my lips. He groans. He fucking groans. Atmytouch. How is this even happening?

But one kiss is not enough. I suddenly feel greedy, and I spread more kisses across his chest. His hands slide inside the back of my sweatshirt, and he drags his fingers over my skin. I gift his collarbone with a kiss before I draw his head closer to me and press my lips to his neck.

I know the exact moment when he discovers I’m not wearing a bra.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d think you planned on seducing me tonight, Sunshine,” he growls into my ear, and I bury my face into his neck, my cheeks burning. “What are you trying to do to me?”

Maverick does know me. He knows everything about me. Except for this. These things about myself, the sensitive areas of my body that make me moan, the way my eyes gloss over when I come unraveled, they’ve been kept secret from him.

Until now.

Our mouths crash together once more, an unspoken frenzy of want and need vibrating through our lips and tongues. His large hands explore my body beneath the sweatshirt—his sweatshirt, and the one I plan to steal so I can pull it out of its hiding spot and sleep in it each night I miss him.

The warmth from his hands as they slide up my ribs causes goose bumps to dance across my skin. And when they finally find my breasts, kneading and massaging, I grind against him and dig my fingernails into his back. The pad of his thumb brushes against a nipple, and his name tumbles out of my mouth on a gasp.

“You like that?” He continues with his torturous teasing.

But I can’t answer with words. Too afraid if I do, I’ll unload everything I like. Everything I desire.

Maverick is like a magician. With one hand still busy working my breast, the other slides from my backside to my front. A large, capable finger slides over my clit agonizingly slow. A shudder racks my body as I arch into his fingertip.

We lock eyes, his hooded and dark. Mine are probably frantic, wild, because that is exactly how he makes me feel. I also want to shout: FUCKING FINALLY!

My hand acts as if it has a mind of its own, grazing down his happy trail on his stomach until it reaches his impressive cock. I dance a single finger over the smooth skin, up and down, until I’m unable to resist myself any longer. I grip his thickness in my hand, hold it firmly, and stroke, trying to match his rhythm against my clit.

He kisses me again, and when his two fingers slip inside me gently, I whimper into his mouth.

“What about that?” He probes, deeper this time.

Still, I’m unable to answer. I close my eyes and revel in the moment. Pure pleasure buzzes across my skin, and I’m vibrating with intoxication. It feels like my entire body will combust any second.

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